Pieces Of Me Song Novels & Stories

The very soulful song echoes my ears and it sent millions of shiver down my spine. “’Cause I’m yours.” Those words. "We keep behind closed doors every time I see you I die a little more Stolen moments that we steal As the curtain falls It’ll never be enough." Those were my words. “It’s obvious you’re meant for me Every piece of you it just fits perfectly Every second, every though I’m in so deep But I’ll never show it on my face” The song goes on and those were the exact same words that I wrote from that night. I clearly remember that I have deleted it. I know I deleted it, how come it's already a song now? I didn't even had any idea this could actually make into a song.

A white curtain drapes itself over the canopy. Kent stepped slowly out of the bridal arch, which was veiled in a white curtain with white roses scattered around its edges. A local artist's song played softly in the background as a melodic tune floated through the air. The name of the song is immediately apparent to me. Just by looking at me. Kent, who was kneeling, held a velvet box that was jade in color. His pleading eyes betrayed the gravity of the situation, as if my response might decide his eternal destiny. Without a doubt, the Tropicana Beach location of his extravagant proposal was exquisitely furnished. A community of friends and family members envelops us. They have been present d

Her hand quickly flew to her shirt and she pulled it off her head leaving her standing there with just a bra, her boobs curved and halfly popped out. She saw a smirk touch his lips as he stared at it for a second then took his eyes back to his bottle, gulping from it again. Kimberly whimpered as she felt cold wind blow around her from nowhere. Her throat had become so dry and sore as a result of her cries. "You have less than five seconds left," she heard his cold voice mutter. Kim slowly reached for the zipper of her trouser and dragged it down. The tears rolled down to her neck as she pushed the trouser to her hips and down to her knees, then finally her feet and they were completely off.

'In case I don't live forever, let me tell you now I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth I'm everything that I am because of you' I stopped for a second as I could feel my voice breaking because of how much I wanted to cry. Gab, he moved closer to me and even started slowly patting my arm about his tummy. 'I, I've carried this song in my mind Listen, it's echoing in me But I haven't helped you to hear it We, we've only got so much time I'm pretty sure it would kill me If you didn't know the pieces of me are pieces of you

He then put on his guitar and started singing. "ITS YOU, IT'S ALWAYS YOU... IF I'M EVER GONNA FALL IN LOVE I KNOW IT'S GONNA BE YOU IT'S YOU... IT'S ALWAYS YOU MET A LOT OF PEOPLE BUT NOBODY FEELS LIKE YOU SO PLEASE DON'T BREAK MY HEART DON'T TEAR ME APART I KNOW HOW IT STARTS TRUST ME I BEEN BROKEN BEFORE DON'T BREAK ME AGAIN I AM DELICATE PLEASE DON'T BREAK MY HEART TRUST ME I BEEN BROKEN BEFORE

And as that first tear falls I can feel the first drop of blood flow along my upper thigh. As more tears silently fall down my face, more blood falls down my leg. The words of the song fly through the air and surround me in a cocoon of longing, despair, and desperation. God, I’m so stuck. Why me? Why does it have to be me who he hits? Why does it have to be me he hates when he use to love me so much? I cut. What did I do to deserve his love turning into hate? I cut. What did I do to deserve Tillies’s love turning into hate?

As she reached the second half of her recital, the way the words seemed to line up with my situation was almost uncanny. I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close... not even a little bit... not even at all. And that was the moment I finally had my answer. "Are you ok, Al?" Nate's concerned voice pulled me out of my thoughts, as I suddenly became aware that the tears were now streaming down my cheek rather uncontrollably.

I scrubbed my body and drenched myself in soap before washing it all off and stepping out. I wrapped my exposed body in a towel before plugging my phone into my speaker and letting music fill my ears while it took over my body. I put on black leggings, a hoodie and some Uggs while I swayed my hips to the rhythm of the music. 679 by fetty wap started to play reminding me of Jack. This was his favorite song. And it was the song that was playing when we arrived to our first party together in Omaha. I walked over to the speaker and quickly snatched my phone from the aux cord hoping the music would stop playing not wanting any more memories of him to fill my head.

Gold is fake and real love hurts. But nothing hurts when I'm alone. And you're with me and we're alone. Let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall give you a ball and chain. Its not like me to be so mean you're all I wanted. Just let me hold you. Like a hostage. * Billie Elish *

I SING IN THE SHOWER. When I’m working, I talk to myself. Sometimes, I forget to bathe. That makes me weird. The guy sitting next to me, racing my car through a security gate and a hail of gunfire, is fucking crazy with a capital Fuck. “You okay?” he asks again. “They shot at us.” I still can’t believe it. I thought the guard would help me. He didn’t even flinch as he pointed the gun at my face. I guess he thought I was colluding with Crazy Man.